I am complementing on, if I should write another chapter out of Lamberts P.O.V. Please let me know what you think about that :)

Millis P.O.V.

They were walking for at least three hours, when the wolf and his human companion reached a path that slithered through the bushes.

Only a minimum of light was gifted by the stars and Milli had trouble not to fall. Her left hand was securely gripping the fur of her guardian trusting him to get her to safety.

The forest was silent, to silent for her liking, but there was a time for fear and there was time to get going.

"It seems you always show up, when I am in danger or distress." She mumbled towards him.

"It was you who brought me here, but why?"

I am really crazy, I am speaking with a wolf.

He looked at her with an expression, she interpreted as "you will see one day".

A rustling sound from behind her made her jump and turn around with a force she almost lost her balance.

Her green eyes felt on the thing that saved her, it stood about a hundred metre away from her and had his three(!?) eyes set on her.

It made no move to come forward or go away, it just stood there, like it waited for something to happen.

Blood covered his snout and fangs; some splatters coated its white fur around its throat and Milli was sure she saw pieces of flesh or guts hanging from its left horn.

"Th-Thank you for saving me back then. I, I hope they didn´t hurt you." She thanked the beast, not knowing what else to do.

It nodded its head and let air escape its nostrils, like a she had seen horses do it.

This whole motion looked like an attempt to say: "No Problem."

Sound of hooves hitting the hart forest floor catches her attention.

Did one of them survive? Do they have backup? But that's the wrong direction-

Milli grabbed her dagger and turned towards the sound, hoping whatever or whoever came her direction was easy to fend off.

But there was no need for her fear, just seconds later a, her well known horse, came into sight with a well welcomed rider on top of it, sword pulled and ready to kill.

"Lambert-" She sighted. I am safe!

The horse came to a halt right in front of her and Lambert jumped of it, putting her in between those two.

Why is he – that thing!

Again, with a quick turn she faced back towards the place where her saviour stood just seconds ago, but it was gone, as well as the wolf.

How?

Confusion washed over her, but she quick came to the conclusion Lambert appearance made her miss her saviour's departure.

"Lambert." She mumbled again, tears started to dwell.

"You alright?" He asked with a frown.

"I think. - Can we get back or somewhere else? - please." The last word was only a whisper, but she knew his Witcher ears were able to hear it.

After a quick look around, he nodded and helped her on the horse.

"We will get back to the village. I want to know what happened."

She only nodded, glad she had time to get her head around the previous hours.

The ride back to the village went over in silence and when the sky began to light up again, they passed the outer borders of it.

Lambert helped her of the horse before he took care of it, it was exhausted and Milli made a mental node to get it something later the day as treat.

"Come in. The eldest were worried, send someone to find me and told me you were kidnapped."

Lambert guided her inside and straight towards their room.

"Sit. I will get something for you to eat. Then I will check you for injuries." He told her with a professional voice.

"Ok."

Now that she was completely in safety, the she was able to fully register the situation she had been in.

Those men wanted to sell her, they planned to use her as a bait to get Lambert into a trap. They had physically hurt her, and one even tried to force himself unto her.

When she thought about that, the pain in her rips became evidently bigger and she could feel the bruised that asshole left on her breast.

Her breathing began to hitch.

When that THING wasn't there when it was he would have- calm down, you are save now. Lambert found you. Breath. In and out. Like that. Good girl.

She tried to calm herself, but everything went out the window the moment Lambert came back and startled her.

He shortly froze in his movements, when he saw her startled face, but quickly recovered.

Is he angry with me?

"I stayed away from them, but- they rushed me just outside our room." She quickly spoke, fearing the reaction he would send her way otherwise.

"I know. Some villagers saw everything, but weren´t able to help you. What happened after they took you?" His voice was calm but strained like he feared her answer.

"They hit me with something on the head. I woke up again when the sun began to settle, in some clearing in the middle of the forest. They where speaking about their plans. That they wanted to kill you and sell your head and me to Witch hunters. One of them kicked me a few times but then they left me alone for a few hours. But then one of them, he – he – he straddled me and pushed the shirt up. He – he grabbed my breast. Then- then there was this thing, it ripped him straight of me and killed him. It killed them all, scattered their body parts everywhere. " Her voice was shaking

He had sworn not to disrupt her story, but when she mention a thing tearing humans apart, his interest was woken.

"What thing. What did it look like?" He had kneeled in front of her, during the first part of the story.

"It looked like a ram on anabolic- sorry, you don´t know what that is- um – a mutated ram: as high as a two-story house, claws, fangs and three eyes, white fur. It disappeared after it killed the last man but showed up again just shortly before you found me.- What?" His face had gone unreadable.

"The thing you described sound like a Chort to me. But why should it kill the bastards and leave you alive not once, but twice?" He wondered aloud, hoping for an answer.

"Maybe that's the wolfs fault? Remember I mentioned I was brought to this world by a wolf, well the thing is, it was there, at the clearing but disappeared again, until it showed up again at the same time as the Chort killed them. It leads me through the forest to the point where you found me." Milli whispered, wonder in her voice.

"Maybe. Is there anything else?"

She shook her head.

"Then let's have a look at your injuries." The Witcher helped her out of her shirt, so she only sat there in her new medieval bra.

Not wanting to cause pain, Lambert gently checked her rips for cracks or breaks. "They are only bruised."

Now came the more embarrassing part, for him to be able to check on her injured chest, Milli had to remove the bindings that secured and hid the area from prying eyes.

Does he want to check on by breast too?

With this thought she began to blush, bad. Lambert had often seen her in her old underwear (because of the wounds the Katakan had left) but never naked.

And Milli had been always shy about her body, with it not matching the beauty standards of her home world. Well, know I would fit them.

The uncertain look in his eyes confirmed, that the man himself felt uncomfortable with the task at hand.

"Lambert, do you want-need to-"

"Yeah. You said he had you in a vice grip when he was jerked of you. If there is an open injury, it could lead to another poisoning."

"Close your eyes." Milli ordered with a sight, glad that he complied without arguing.

Milli opened the bow, that closed the bra in front, making it hang lose of her shoulders, exposing her breasts. A gasp escaped her lips, when she saw the big bruises she had feared.

Her left hand covered her left breast almost complete, and her right hand only the nipple of her right breast with four fingers. Please be that enough for him to check.

She really wasn´t keen on showing him everything.

The young woman felt uneasy when she told him to open his eyes again.

"You may look now. But please make it quick."

Lambert did as ask, and slowly opened his eyes. His cat like pupils where cast on her face at first, asking for her permission to wander down, what they did, after she gave him short nod.

Milli was sure he knew she was uncomfortable und was glad that he hadn´t starred on her breast the moment he opened his eyes.

It made her feel less exposed.

For a second it looked like he wanted to feel, for an injury but decided against it almost immediately.

"The bruising looks bad, but there is no sign of any other injury. I will make the ointment that we used for the other bruises before. In the meantime, take a bath. Water was already prepared in case I find you und bring you back. I will get that ready."

"Thank you. For coming after me. It seems I am quite the trouble finder. I am sorry you always need to help me." She spoke under her breath, but that didn´t mean she didn´t mean it.

"No need for that. I told you, we are in this together. Get out of the clothes and grab the shirt you always sleep in. Then get inside the bath. Promise I won´t look, unless you ask me to."

He winked at the last part and Milli couldn´t supress a little smile.

With a swift motion, Lambert stood up again and disappeared into the little bath. Doing as told, Milli got out of her boots, pants and the rest of the bra and held her shirt securely in front of her before joining her companion into the little bath, he had already filled the basin.

"I will leave you to it, shout if you need help. Don´t take to long. I long for a bath as well after the past day."

"Sure."

Half an hour later Milli emerged again in Lamberts shirt (she used as nightgown) and her panties.

Lambert was seated on the bed, only wearing his longjohns, doing something with one of his swords.

"The ointment is in there." He motioned for a little container on the foot of the bed. "Put it on while I clean myself."

Just seconds later the young woman was alone in the room again and took care of her bruises.

After that was taken care of she felt suddenly was aware how tired she was, apparently being knocked out doesn´t count as resting.

Deciding to lay down and take a well-deserved nap, she slipped under the covers and waited for sleep to come. But it was avoiding her, the only thing that DID find her, were the thoughts of what could have happened.

Dammit!

The bed dipped down, Lambert seemed to have the same idea as her, because she felt him lay down next to her.

Without a second thought, she scooted nearer towards him, until her back was almost touching him.

She needed to feel save to find sleep that moment and Lambert made her feel save. A few moments later, his arm was draped around her hip (not midsection, where the bruises where) and held her near.

"g´d nigh´." Was the last thing she mumbled before the sleep overtook her.